Little Gu brought her safely to our home. She had probably been hungry for many days. While sobbing, she ate two servings of self-heating rice.

We also learned her name. Her name is He Xinyan. Her father is a senior executive of a listed company in City A, and her mother is a typical wealthy housewife who usually takes care of her at home.

A week before the outbreak of the zombies, the nanny in our house had taken an early Chinese New Year holiday to visit her hometown, leaving only her and her mother at home. On the night of the zombie outbreak, her father brought two men home to discuss work matters. There was some dispute between her father and the two men, and they mentioned something about dealing with someone during the argument. Xinyan heard fragments of their conversation, but as a young child, she naturally didn't understand the specifics.

We could roughly guess that it wasn't something honorable. From her intermittent narration, we pieced together the whole story.

When the two men were preparing to leave late at night, the entire neighborhood was hit by a zombie outbreak at the same time. As a result, those two men didn't leave. In the following days, because there were still sufficient supplies at home, they believed that the country would quickly resolve the zombie incident, so nothing unexpected happened.

However, as time passed, the city experienced water, power, and internet outages. There was no news from the military for a long time, and the supplies at home gradually couldn't sustain the daily expenses of the five people. Thus, the four adults had their first conflict after the apocalypse, and her father ended up being tied up by the two men in the master bedroom during the conflict.

In the post-apocalyptic environment, the wicked nature of the two men became apparent. They cruelly humiliated her mother in front of her father. Xinyan said that because the two men found her father's constant shouting too noisy, they stabbed him in the neck with a knife. Her mother had been screaming loudly in the bedroom, her voice eventually turning hoarse, only able to produce sobbing sounds. Xinyan stood at the crack of the bedroom door, witnessing the evil acts of those two devils.

She took a kitchen knife from the knife rack but before entering the bedroom, she saw her mother shaking her head at her, seemingly saying "don't" and urging her to run away. In the end, she gave up and watched her mother being violated and killed by the two demons on the bed.

After everything was done, the two demons held her in their arms and used the most disgusting tone in her eyes to coax her, saying, "As long as you obediently listen to uncles, we will take care of you like our own daughter."

She saw the undisguised desire in the eyes of those two men. At the tender age of twelve, she learned what "hatred" meant in just one day.

But she didn't dare to resist because she didn't know where to run. She knew it was dangerous outside and that the current home was also dangerous. However, she wanted to stay by her parents' side. So in the days that followed, she became the slave of the two men.

Fortunately, because the supplies at home had run out, the two men didn't have the energy to do anything inappropriate to her. However, they increasingly saw her as a burden and wanted to get rid of her as well.

Later... everything happened.

Lin Yan and Jia Yang comforted me, saying, "Now you can have no psychological burden because the person we executed was not just someone struggling to survive and at the end of their rope, but a scum who did all sorts of evil things."

I held the thin body that was gradually falling asleep in my arms, feeling desolate inside. She probably hadn't been able to sleep peacefully for a long time.

I thought of a sentence I had seen on the internet before.

"Hell is empty, and all the devils are here."

I looked at the night sky outside the window, with the moonlight growing stronger. From downstairs, occasional low growls of hungry zombies could be heard, which made me unable to help but think, how many people in this world are enduring unimaginable hardships because of this damn apocalypse?

It was at that moment that I once again realized clearly that in this apocalypse, the most terrifying thing was not the zombies who unconsciously bite people, nor the three-times mutated zombie that escaped from the research institute, but human nature.